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THE BOOKS OF THE SIBYLS.
Where are the books of the Sibyls
The high gods sent to men,
Writ upon leaves of marble
With what Eternal Pen?
The high gods sent to men,
Writ upon leaves of marble
With what Eternal Pen?
The wise Cumæan Sibyl
Had not destroyed a line
Of those she brought to Tarquin,
The three that once were nine,
Had not destroyed a line
Of those she brought to Tarquin,
The three that once were nine,
If the Powers had been propitious,
And the reign of peace was near;
But the words were of swords—not ploughshares,
And the prophecy austere.
And the reign of peace was near;
But the words were of swords—not ploughshares,
And the prophecy austere.
Gone are the books of the Sibyls,
Sent down to earth in vain;
But others still more dolorous
In the soul of Man remain.
Sent down to earth in vain;
But others still more dolorous
In the soul of Man remain.
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